Mountains use mirrors
They push back soil like hair strands
Rocks are their sole comb
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
Engulfed by ice caps The mountains swallow light snow Their mouths are barren
By K L3 years ago in Poets
—and you call me embarrassing. your words sting, dripping with venom, sending my body into panic. I cry, half anger / half devastation.
By katherine j zumpano7 days ago in Poets
How long have we lingered this time, here among the cypress, river flowing through me, hawks wheeling. The lazy dragonflies
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
From our bedroom upstairs, my husband drops something heavy on the floor, forcing my attention away from the laptop screen.
By Kera Hollow7 days ago in Fiction
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